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KARAI stared out the window, watching the city blur past as Rodrigo hummed along to the radio, tapping his fingers on the wheel. He was in a good mood, unlike me. Parties. I never liked them—unless they involved strategies, tracking criminals, and taking down the bad guys. Those, I excelled at. This? Not so much. "Come on, cheer up, sweet Kara," Rodrigo teased, flashing me a grin. I sighed. "I only agreed to come because you asked nicely." He scoffed, rolling his eyes like I'd just insulted him. "I promise it'll be fun." I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I turned my attention back to the streets, silently hoping the event would be over before I lost my mind. The car eventually came to a stop in front of a massive building. Rodrigo stepped out first, coming around to open my door before taking my hand in his. Lately, he had made a habit of holding my hand whenever he could, and I had stopped protesting. It was pointless. The moment we stepped inside, something shifted
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KARAI stared out the window, watching the city blur past as Rodrigo hummed along to the radio, tapping his fingers on the wheel. He was in a good mood, unlike me. Parties. I never liked them—unless they involved strategies, tracking criminals, and taking down the bad guys. Those, I excelled at. This? Not so much. "Come on, cheer up, sweet Kara," Rodrigo teased, flashing me a grin. I sighed. "I only agreed to come because you asked nicely." He scoffed, rolling his eyes like I'd just insulted him. "I promise it'll be fun." I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I turned my attention back to the streets, silently hoping the event would be over before I lost my mind. The car eventually came to a stop in front of a massive building. Rodrigo stepped out first, coming around to open my door before taking my hand in his. Lately, he had made a habit of holding my hand whenever he could, and I had stopped protesting. It was pointless. The moment we stepped inside, something shifted
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DYLANI downed my fourth glass of whiskey, barely acknowledging the curious stares from those passing by. My mind was a fucking mess. Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift—to *her*. Those perfect, tiny lips wrapped tightly around my cock, those slender legs locked around my waist as I pounded into her, dragging her into ecstasy. Fuck. I was going insane over a Neotide I hadn't even spoken to since my Wolf scented her as mine—who might not even be mine to claim. The glass was halfway to my lips when a familiar voice cut through my haze. "The night's still young to be this drunk, isn't it, Brother?" I didn't bother turning. "None of your fucking business." Thiago laughed, the sound irritatingly carefree as he took the empty chair next to mine. My brother and I were cut from different cloth. He was the golden son, the obedient one, our father's pride and joy. Me? I had always been the pain in the ass. The one who pushed boundaries. The one our mother favored until she
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The party went on, and I did everything in my power to avoid his gaze. Rodrigo stayed by my side, keeping me company, something I was grateful for. The room was filled with shifters—both young and old. I observed from a distance as Dylan slid the ring onto her finger, and my chest tightened. I told myself it shouldn’t matter, that it didn’t matter, yet it did. When our eyes met across the room, everything else faded. The engagement ceremony finally ended, and Tiffany was glowing, basking in the congratulations from their guests. But Dylan… he looked miserable. Something twisted deep inside me at the sight. Was he being forced into this marriage? Or did he feel the same strange pull I did? No. I shoved the thought away. I didn’t know where these emotions were coming from, but I had to kill them before they consumed me. This—whatever this was—had to be some side effect of the bite. Maybe becoming a shifter had altered my instincts, making me drawn to another of my kind. Th
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The blaring ring of my alarm shattered the silence, yanking me out of sleep. I groaned, blindly reaching for the clock, shutting it off with more force than necessary. My head ached—a dull, persistent throb that made me wince as I rubbed my temples. Sunlight streamed through the parted curtains, golden rays piercing into my room, chasing away the remnants of sleep. I forced myself out of bed and took a quick shower, letting the cold water snap me awake. Dressed in slacks and a hoodie, I made my way downstairs, drawn by the scent of breakfast already laid out. Everyone was gathered around the table—everyone except Rodrigo. “Kara!” Malia’s excited voice rang out the moment I stepped into the room. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and before I could even take a seat, she was already leaning forward. “How was last night? Spill!” I froze mid-step as every pair of eyes turned toward me. “I heard you guys come in late, but I let you sleep,” Malia continued, waving her fork. “Now
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Seconds seemed like hours as I awaited my mate's explanation of what was going on. Eventually, he spoke up, and the audacity he had—to smirk at me— “I called Harriet over so she could get your make-over done. She is the best in her field and also a friend I trust,” he made clear, yet I am still muddled.“Why would I need a make-over in the first place?” I ask the first question that comes to my mind. “Because we are going to the New Age Pack house for dinner,” he mutters, staring at me. And in that moment—I am stumped. He drops the bomb right on me. “You can not be serious…..” I manage to retort, as tension gradually begins to rise in the room, regardless of the hard expression on his face. “You know damn well I'm not good with jokes.” “But Dylan… I… I don't think I'm ready to meet them yet. I need more time,” my voice trembles, fragile with dread. “It is time, Kara. I do not wish to proceed with this concealment. I need my Luna by my side.” “What about how I feel, uh?
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Kara sobbed uncontrollably in the arms of her mate, her body trembling as the weight of truth tore old wounds wide open. The room had gone still, heavy with silence. Every person seated was frozen in shock, the gravity of Bryson’s words sinking like stones in their chests.“I remember just like yesterday the day she died,” Kara choked through her sobs, her voice fragile. “I was at school when the accident happened. Both my parents died… their bodies couldn’t be found because of the fire.”Rodrigo leaned forward, disbelief etched across his face. “If what you say is true, then why didn’t Marjorie’s family search for Kara all these years? And how did ASA end up in the hands of that lunatic Dave?”Bryson exhaled slowly, the tension pressing into his shoulders. “After Marjorie lost her father, she got news that her mother wanted to see her. But her husband, Freddy, refused to let her go back. So, her longtime friend and cousin met with her in secret. They talked… and she decided to sign
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Kara's POVIn the heart of a breathtaking garden, I stood—alone. Vibrant blooms of every shape and color surrounded me, swaying gently beneath a sky painted in shades of cerulean. The air was fragrant with life. My gaze drifted until it caught on a cluster of roses, their petals blushing red, stretching proudly across the garden floor like a sea of velvet. But as I stepped closer, unease bloomed in my chest. *Where am I?*Then, a voice—familiar and strange all at once—cut through the quiet. I turned, and there he was.Dylan.He stood just a few steps away, arms outstretched, his expression soft, inviting. And without even thinking, I ran to him. My body collided with his, and warmth enveloped me in a way that felt real—painfully, desperately real.But it didn’t last.A sudden rift tore through the earth between us, yanking us apart. The winds shrieked with violence, ripping the petals from their stems. The sky, once a perfect blue, darkened into something wicked and heavy. Dylan f
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DYLAN'S POVWe ran. As fast as our legs could carry us, driven by the piercing, heart-shattering scream echoing down the hallway. My heart pounded, skipping beats with each sound of her agony. My Wolf thrashed within me—wild, desperate, terrified for our mate. As we reached the door, Craig, Bryson, a few others—and Gigi—were already there. Bryson stood frozen, eyes wide. The second my gaze fell on her, goosebumps flooded my skin. She was on the ground. Curled up like a child cowering from thunder. Her screams tore at my soul.“Don’t come close! Please—don’t hurt me!” she cried again and again, her voice ragged and raw.The fear in her eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen—dense, broken, haunted. Without thinking, my feet moved. I rushed to her, aching to touch her, to calm her, to bring her back—but she flinched and snarled at me.“Leave me alone! I’m begging you—please stop! It hurts! Don’t come close!”My world shattered.My mate didn’t recognize me.“Baby, it’s me… it’s Dylan.
